The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 517

Rosalie had returned alone those days, which was fine, but it so happened that Calvin sent her home that day. At that moment, Calvin held Rosalie’s hands as they looked at each other, making them look like a couple.

Carlos only hoped that Calvin and Rosalie would separate quickly. He wondered what Jonathan would do if they stayed there like that.

Rosalie walked to the rental home with a box of pancakes. Then, she took the key from her bag and opened the door. Just when she was about to push the door open, someone else’s hand did that ahead of her.

Rosalie was startled and turned around hurriedly, only to see that Jonathan had stood behind her at some point.

“When did you come here?” she asked in surprise.

That day, he wore a thin, light-colored sweater and black trousers. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked like a gentle and noble young man. However, his face was grim, tinged with depression, struggle, and hostility.

She instinctively felt a sense of crisis, as if the man before her, at that moment, was dangerous, and she might be hurt if she was not cautious.

“Why? Won’t you invite me in?” His cold voice sounded slowly.

“It’s getting late now…” She wanted to reject him, but he leaned closer to her.

Rosalie subconsciously stepped back while Jonathan stepped forward until he entered the house and closed the door of the rental home.

Bang!

With the sound of the door closing, the room suddenly became extremely quiet.

Rosalie took a deep breath and asked, “What’s the matter?”

the takeout box in her hand. “Did Calvin give this to you? Were you with

might have seen Calvin walk

dinner together?” Jonathan asked again

stepping back until her back pressed against the wall with nowhere

put his hands on the wall on both sides of her body and lowered his head. His charming eyes had turned deep then. “Are

lips slightly. “No! Is that enough?

murmured, “When he touched you here earlier, you didn’t resist. Since you have no feelings for him, why did you let him hold your hand like

help wondering whether her life would be different if she had never lost that memory or

hold my hand.

holding my hand?” Rosalie retorted.

aren’t

changed instantly, and he pulled her into the

struggled and shouted, “Jonathan,

on the faucet on the sink, and water immediately flowed out

He

put

the faucet, soaped them with soap, and washed them over and over again as if he

pull her hands out of Jonathan’s but could not. She did not know how many times her hands had been washed, but they were beginning to hurt. “Jonathan, that’s enough! What exactly do you

picked up the towel beside the sink, and carefully dried her hands. “Next time, don’t let

area earlier, he could not bear it, and his body seemed to

that will make

stunned for a while before she let out a laugh. “Should I still

his hands paused, and Jonathan raised his eyes to meet her calm eyes.